Nobody wants to see the struggle only the reward, they focused on the peace forgot the struggle. existence without intimacy killed the tree that bear the most fruit,
eyes to see your beauty, hands to hold you, these legs to run and capture you, lips to collide majestic love between our faces, fickle heart a home to wipe away your running mascara, soothe your soul in rainy days a man`s love to excite that lil kid in you to make your days worthwhile. honesty to glorify the heaven sent angel you are. subliminally its a fallacy the attitude and the heart is the truth.
Behind every great man is a women, but look closer there`s only a shadow much like happiness a fabrication. its a two way street two souls decide.
Another lovable piece though maybe two notes on it (though a little meticulous, I know, sorry): the tree that bears the most fruit with the s (bear >bears) and woman in the first line of the last stanza instead of women, I'd write but other than that, it reads awesome again. You have a new fan, in a way. :)
Another lovable piece though maybe two notes on it (though a little meticulous, I know, sorry): the tree that bears the most fruit with the s (bear >bears) and woman in the first line of the last stanza instead of women, I'd write but other than that, it reads awesome again. You have a new fan, in a way. :)